Chapter 1: A solitary moment

"Uhhh Tavi, what the hell were you doing in my room?" The drunken Lyra slurred at her roommate, not in anger but in confusion. She stood there, leaning against the white walls of the hallway outside of her room. The drunken mare held herself up gently swaying back and forth as she looked to her roommate

"Your room? I wasn't in your room!" The grey mare snapped back at Lyra's accusation. Lyra took a moment to gulp down before continuing to speak to Octavia.

"Yeah you were. Sneaking into my room, what the hell were you doing in there?"

"I wasn't in your room!" Octavia's cheeks reddened

"I know your lying to me." Lyra said with a smile. She knew and trusted Octavia. She knew she wouldn't go about snooping in her room, she was just trying to get a further reaction out of her.

"I cant believe that you think I would go into your room!" Octavia completely ignoring the smirk on Lyra's face signifying a joke. Octavia then scoffed at Lyra, trying to keep her cool and hide her shame from her. The two stood silent for a moment before Octavia whipped herself around and stormed down the hallway, quickly closing herself in her room. Lyra was still confused about why she had just witnessed Octavia exiting her room but she was too tired to even care. Shrugging it off and giving a sigh Lyra entered her room and turned on the light revealing the current state of her room.

"Oh dear sweet Luna is that-"

Earlier That Day.

"No... no no.... NO NO NO NO NO! AWWWW!" Lyra flailed her hooves up, controller held within her right hoof as her whole body grew limp on the couch as bold red letters flashed on the T.V. screen.

Game over! Player One Is Victorious!

"And that my dear friend is how it's done." Octavia said with half lidded eye's and a smirk of satisfaction plastered all along her face. She laid the controller on the table and began sipping on her drink.

"Best thirty seven out of seventy two?"

"Ugh I don't know Lyra, I think it's about time we-" Octavia cut her sentence short asher eye shifted to look at the clock that hung on the wall above the T.V. "Oh crap we're late! Go grab your thing's Lyra we gotta get going!"

Without a moments hesitation Lyra sprung up from the couch and dashed down the hallway into her room. Not five seconds later she was back with her Lyre in case waiting for Tavi who was just now putting her cello away in her case. Octavia snapped all the locks shut before tossing it on her back. With their gear now in hoof the two mares bolted out the door, barely remembering to lock their apartment door.

Ever since they were little kids in the performing arts school for gifted fillies, Lyra and Octavia had been best of friends. Throughout elementary, middle, and even high school the two were inseparable. Always walking together, talking together, performing together, and now even living together.

Once they had graduated from high school they both went on to pursue their dreams, to become famous and respected musicians within a prestigious Canterlot orchestra. But being low on funds and not knowing anyone or anything about living in Canterlot, the two mares found themselves both willing and wanting to be each others roommate in order to fulfill their dreams.

Before long the two were performing audition after audition until very much to their surprise, they had both been accepted into the same orchestra. To put it simply, this was a dream come true for the two struggling musician's. Having your best friend since you were a filly within the same orchestra as you could only be described by Lyra as 'BUCKING AWESOME!'.

"I can't believe how late we are!" Octavia said recalling the time on the clock. She rubbed her temple with her one free hoof, she couldn't believe how Lyra got themselves late again.

"Relax, today's just an open practice. We're not required to show." Lyra said as she looked up to the sky, her mind a million miles away.

"I know that. But if we plan to excel as musicians we need all the practice we can obtain."Lyra responded with a head shake of approval.

"That's true I guess."

The two mares trotted down Canterlots streets at a fast and steady pace. The scenery on their path was always a sight to behold. The charming cobblestone streets paved with pedestrians every which way you looked. The colorful flower beds aligned with the sidewalks.The Celestial sun shining bright on top of their coat's and the cool breeze that blew freely through their hair. Unfortunately for them, having been in a rush they were not able to take it all in.

After ten minutes of a steady trot the mares reached their destination, a old wooden dome that was about a mile or two out of town and surrounded by a well kept lawn, blooming bushes, giant oak trees surrounding it and a waterfall off in the distance flowing down a mountain side. The dome was a hundred years old, possibly even older and seemed to be collapsing on top of itself, constantly giving off a creek to display its age. This however was not the concert hall where they would perform in, this was just the practice hall where the orchestra would go to in order practice every other day.

"Somepony really needs to repair this..." Octavia exclaimed with a scrunched face as the two headed towards the entrance. Octavia detested the practice hall. She felt the beauty of the nature surrounding it was drowned out by the look of the dome, attracting all the attention with its awful display of termite infested beams, mildewed supports and decaying white paint job.

"No one's stopping you." Lyra nudged Octavia's shoulder a bit, hinting at her.

"I meant somepony else. I'm far too busy for such a trivial task." Octavia exclaimed.

"Such as?"

"Such as kicking your flank in video games." Lyra rolled her eye's as she exhaled a large breath.

The two mares entered the dome through two large wooden doors that stood a good five feet above their maximum height. They then proceeded to walk down the dimly lit aisles of seats heading towards the well lit stage in the center of the concert hall.

Although this was a practice hall now, it originally was a concert hall with a lot of history to it, housing a great many artists and it even once held princess Celestia in it's halls at some point. But that was now all fading away with time, along with the hall itself.

"Ahh Ms. Octavia and Lyra, good of you to join us today." The instructor exclaimed as he turned around to greet them with a bow. The instructor wore the typical tuxedo one would wear when performing, even though he did declare all practices to be casual.The mares bowed back at the instructor and apologized for being late before making their way to the string section of the band.

Each section of the orchestra sat in a circle with their respective instrument categories. The brass, the wind, the percussion and for Lyra and Octavia, the string. As they joined the group, the mare's were greeted by all of the string performers that had decided to show up today. Taking their seats within the circle of performers, they began to practice.

Their music flowed through the air, along with the other string players creating a symphony with their section alone. The instructor paced by each part of the practice groups, wind, brass et cetera, until finally ending up at where Octavia and Lyra were practicing along with the others. Normally Octavia wouldn't bother to pay attention to him, but today she had to really 'wow' him, being that her last performance was less than pleasing to the both of them. During the middle of performing, her cello had become a half step out of tune which is a rather big deal for a musician. Although she was able to adjust to the new tuning, she still hated making mistakes and one as big as being knocked out of tune frustrated Octavia to no end, where as the instructor did not mind as much. 'Mistakes happen' is what he told her and that should have been the end of it. But not for Octavia, she was going to prove that she was better than that.

The piece the string group was currently playing was in the key of D, a relatively high pitched note. That being the case, Octavia went an octave lower to display her comprehension of the notes, and hopefully catch the eye of the instructor. Sad as it is to say, this did not happen. She had become completely lost in the piece from the spontaneous desire to play in the lower octave to impress the instructor. This caused the entire string group to loose tempo and stop to look at Octavia.

"Damnit Octavia, what the hell is wrong with you?!" Gibbon's shouted causing all the other groups to stop with their practice and look to the string group. "Its such a simple progression, can you not follow the simplest piece?!"

"Shut the hell up Gibbons, you know damn well she didn't mean to mess up!" Lyra spoke for Octravia. Tavi just sat their with her head hung low, ashamed of having messed up, blowing her chance to show off her abilities and now for being too embarrassed to fight her own battles.

"Could have fooled me, she's been slipping up more and more. If I didn't know any better, I'd say she's trying to sabotage us." Gibbons said as he pointed his bow loosely at Octavia.

"Who the hell do you think you-" Lyra was cut short of her banter with Gibbon's when she felt a hoof being placed on the shoulder. She looked up and saw the instructor.

"That'll be enough out of you Gibbons. This is practice for a reason, mistakes are meant to and want to be made here. If you cant handle that you can get up and leave."

Gibbons was a brown colt with light grey hair and had always been, well... a bit of a prick towards Octavia. Mainly due to the fact that before she had come along he was lead cellist. However once Octavia joined the orchestra, it took a whole two weeks before she took his place as the lead cellist. Ever since then he has had this immense grudge against her. So every time she would show any kind of weakness or make a mistake he would jump onto it and make sure everypony knew about it.

"Not my fault she can't handle things on her own." Gibbons snapped back at the instructor. Bad move.

"Alright then, if that's how you feel. Leave, and don't bother coming back to next practice. Your suspended until further notice."

Gibbons dropped his bow to the floor along with his jaw.

"You can't be serious!"

"I am and if you think I'm not then by all means continue arguing with me and see what happens." Everypony knew what he meant by that. Shut up or your out, simple as that.

With a grumble under his breath he kicked the metal fold out chair from beneath him as he stood up. The chair made a large screeching sound against the aging wooden floor as the whole room was silent in watching the events unfold. He swung his body around causing his eye's to make contact with the other groups looking at him. Instantly they turned around and continued with their own practice as to not get on Gibbons bad side. Octavia's group continued except for Octavia who's head continued to sink lower and lower.

Gibbon's threw his cello into his case and snapped it shut. He then violently threw it over his back and walked out of the practice hall but not before muttering something under his breath to Octavia as he passed by her.

"Good thing you have your marefriend to fight your battles for you." Octavias eye's grew wide, she twisted around to claim that Lyra was not her marefriend but it was too late, he was already out of the hall.

After that little spat practice continued like normal. Hiccups were made here and there but no one gave a second thought to them. The instructor finally called out for the end of practice and everypony put their instruments away and began conversing among themselves. Everypony but Octavia who just continued to sit there with her case at her hooves. Her head still hung low at how she had messed up. Lyra, who was chatting with the others from their group a little ways away noticed how down Octavia was acting and walked over to her.

"Hey clumsy, how ya doing?" Lyra asked as she scooted herself on a chair over to Octavia and wrapped her hoof around her neck.

"That's not funny Lyra..." Octavia not bothering to raise her head to her friend.

"Mmmm, I thought it was." Lyra was hoping to spark some kind of reaction from Octavia to get a better read on her, but received none. "Come on, cheer up!" Lyra looked at her friends for a moment then back to Octavia. "Hey! Me and a few others a gonna go out to have a few drinks again, you game?"

It was customary for Lyra to go drinking with others after practice was over although Octavia rarely joined them, regardless Lyra would always ask if she wanted to come along and seeing at how down she was because of her mistake and Gibbons, Lyra figured that she could definitely use something to drink right about now. Octavia raised her head to look at Lyra and just shook her head.

"Alright... You sure? There is always room for one more."

"Yeah, I'm sure. You go on and have fun." Octavia said waving her hoof to the others Lyra had mentioned just moments ago.

"Alright I'll see you at home then." Lyra said still concerned for her friend.

"Yeah, sounds good."

Lyra got up rejoined her group and they left not soon after. A little while passed before everyone had left the practice hall except for Octavia who just sat there... Frustrated, ashamed, disappointed, and determined. She had unpacked her cello and began practicing for hours on end once everypony had left. Her bow swung back and forth as her solitude allowed her the peace of mind she so desperately needed. However that was not enough and her frustration got the better of her, causing her to break the hair of her bow forcing her to stop her practice.

"Shit..." Octavia swore as the hair from her bow flew freely.

Even more frustrated with herself she threw the bow into her cases compartment, along with her cello, buckling up the case she began walking up the aisles out of the practice hall. A blissful breeze blew past Octavia as she stepped out of the practice hall. The hall was always stuffy and the nice cool breeze of the night was much welcomed. Octavia took a long breath, gazing up at the stars before beginning her long and lonesome trek home.

As she walked she began to ponder on what Gibbons had said about Lyra and her. So many questions where in her head, toiling away at it.Why would he say that? No wait, I know why he said that, to insult me. But, is that how everypony see's us? I mean... I can see the possibility of us being perceived that way... No come on Octavia, nopony sees you and Lyra like that, get real! Octavia thought to herself. But these questions and many more continued to linger within Octavia's brain. Driving her to the point of insanity with all the questions she had to what few answers she could muster. Before she knew it she was home and took a big sigh of relief. Maybe some down time will do her some good.

Unlocking the door she walked into the dark house, taking notice that Lyra had yet to arrive home. She stood at the doorway as she let her case collapse where it may and turned on the lights. She sighed and rubbed her neck as she tossed her key's into the bowl that sat next to the door. Not even caring about eating dinner Octavia slowly made her way to the liquor cabinet. Although she had turned down the offer of a drink with Lyra and her friends, Octavia still needed one, and bad.

She reached into the cabinet pulling out a large dark green bottle of sweet, tart, and glorious red wine of which she had received from a secret admirer during a previous performance a few months back. She plopped her backside onto the living rooms couch, wine glass in one hoof and the wine bottle in the other. She bit the cork off with her teeth and poured a tall glass of the relaxing liquid.

Within moments she had downed the entire glass and was already pouring another one. This glass she only nursed; the first one taking the edge off for now. Octavia sat there, swirling her hoof around the slowly emptying glass and staring blankly at the living rooms wall. While sitting there she began to ponder... Thinking of the past and reading into every detail her memory would allow her to relive. Every second, minute and hour that the two spent together ran through Octavia's head as if it were a film at the local theatre. Minutes passed, or at least what felt like minutes passed until Octavia had finally downed the very lost drop of her bottle. She gave off a little hiccup as she stumbled while lifting herself up.

The effects of the wine were more than in full effect as her thoughts and vision became increasingly blurry. Letting a yawn out she realized just how tired she had become from the drink and decided to make her way into bed. Once she had made her way into her room she stood in front of her bed for a moment before collapsing face first onto her bed and fell asleep within a few minutes.

Octavia tossed and turned for hours on end while on her bed before waking up. She groaned as she turned onto her side. Blowing her frazzled hair out of her face she saw the numbers on her alarm clock. It was only three in the morning, only a few hours had gone by since she had gotten home and fell asleep on her bed. She lifted up her self slowly to an upright position before smacking her dry lips together. With a yawn she leaned forward and slouched herself out of bed to go and grab a drink of water from the kitchen, perhaps a beverage would allow her to fall asleep with more ease. She wobbled her drowsy body towards the door and entered the hallway walking down it until she stopped outside of Lyra's room.

"Lyra..." Octavia whispered to herself, still only half awake.

Octavia began to contemplate the idea of being with Lyra. What would it be like? The thought had occurred to Octavia many times before, but not to the extent of today. The thoughts about being in a relationship with a mare, Lyra more specifically have crossed her mind, but she had never dwelled on the idea...Not this long atleast. Of course she had feelings for Lyra, she was her BPFF but being respectful, Octavia had always remained reserved, never once making any hints or advances to Lyra. In addition of Lyra being her best friend, she was her roommate as well. She couldn't just blurt out her feelings for her. What if she were to reject her? What if she would to kick her out of their house?! Besides, Octavia wasn't even sure if Lyra was a fillyfooler. And even if she was, who would be interested someone like her; Octavia would always cling to this thought when it came to the idea of being with Lyra.

"Fucking Gibbons..." Octavia said as she opened Lyra's door, still only half awake and not thinking straight.

She had expected to hear Lyra snoring up a storm, but when she opened the door nopony was there, just emptiness with a hint of litter, scattered among the room. Octavia looked back out into the hallway, making sure Lyra was not home. Being certain that she was the only one home she re-enetered the room and slowly skid her hoof across the lavender sheets of the bed before collapsing on it. She watched her hoof as she began to circle the sheets around with her hoof taking in a large inhale of the sheets to gather Lyra's scent. Octavia closed her eye's and let out a smile before opening her eyes half way as she exhaled her breath.

I wonder...I wonder what it's like, to make... Love? Octavia still apprehensive about what she wanted, being that she had never had relations with a mare before, or colt for that matter.

Octavia continued to lay their in silence, slowly inhaling then exhaling with a grin on her face and half lidded eyes as her hand delicately made its way down her chest. Her eye's closed fully as she continued place her hoof lower. Octavia's grin grew from a small smirk to one of full blown smile filled with passion and bliss as her hoof finally made its way to nethers. She gasped as her hoof finally slid across her already moistened slit sparking pure desire. She bit her lower lip as her back arched upwards and her face buried itself into Lyra's pillow whilst her hoof assaulted her region.

With each inhale Octavia took of Lyra's scent, her motions increased from a slow stroke to a rapid gyration as her pussy began to slicken with each additional movement she made. Low, lovely moans began to escape her mouth only to be muffled by the pillow. As her bliss continued her hoof became less and less satisfying to the grey mares increasing lust. Wanting...Needing something more Octavia lifted herself up to a upright position, her hoof still assaulting her nethers and she began to pump herself up and down gently onto her hoof.

Her hair swung freely, flowing over her shoulders as her breathing became more strained. With each pump, her force onto her hoof increased. And with each contact Octavia made she would sharply gasp, desperate for air. Her head tilted back as she started gyrating herself forward then backwards, slickening her hoof further and further till their was no friction. Her mind was growing fuzzier and fuzzier as she arched her back forwards and placed a second hoof to her slickened lips. The additional hoof increased her pleasure ten fold and her moans were no longer gentle or low, they were now full on screams of joy. She began to sway her head side to side as the pleasure began to build up even more, flailing her hair with each violent twist of her head. Her speed grew even further until her eye's beaded and she ceased her thrashing of her head and looked forward. Octavia's hair fell in front of her eye's as she let out a scream of Lyra's name that shook the whole room. The moment had come and she released herself onto Lyra's bed, unleashing a whirlwind of pleasure she had never felt before. With that one beautiful moment she had relinquished her mind, freeing them from any and all thoughts.

Octavia stayed there for a moment, her head curled up towards he chest as her hooves remained between her legs...Soaked, along with the sheets and mattress of Lyra's bed.

"Fuck me..." She managed to whisper aloud between her pants. Octavia let out a smile and closed her eye's as she fell face first into the pillow lifting her rear end into the air. Her tail twitched back and forth, still quite excited from the session.

The moment lasted for an eternity, but even that was short lived as she heard the jingle of keys from outside of the room and the locks of the front door being turned. At first Octavia didn't pay any mind to the noise until her momentary state of pure joy wore off and she began to take notice of the cooling liquid on her hooves, and bed.

"Oh shit!" Octavia muttered in a voice of shear panic as she jumped off of the bed and gazed upon the huge puddle that laid on the bed. Quickly shifting her eyes across the room she saw a empty soda can on Lyra's nightstand. She swiped up the soda can and placed it on top of the puddle.

"There... She'll just think I spilt something..." Not wasting another second thinking this terrible plan through she bolted out the room and slammed the door shut behind her back. Octavia's hair was frazzled and flowed in front of her eye's. Once she was able to let out a huge exhale and wipe the hair out of her eye's she revealed a drunken Lyra staring her down with a confused look as she leaned against the hallway's wall.

"Uhhh Tavi. What the hell were you doing in my room?" Lyra pointed to the rooms door being hidden by Octavia.

"Your room? I wasn't in your room!" The grey mare snapped back at Lyra's accusation. Lyra took a moment to gulp down before continuing to speak to Octavia.

"Yeah you were! Sneaking into my room, what the hell?"

"I wasn't in your room!" .

"Liar."

"I cant believe that you think I would go snooping around in your room!" Octavia then stormed down the hall and went into her room.

Shrugging it off Lyra said "Whatever." before going into her room. Once she was in she turned on the light she was able to come into full view of Octavia's shame.

"Oh dear Luna is that? OCTAVIA WHAT THE FUCK!?"

Author's Note

Okay, so for the record this is not mine! A friend of mine learned about my account and asked if I could type it up for him. Seeing no problem in it I did just that. However he pulled a M. Night Shyamalan on me and has decided to make this into a romance fic with clop on the side, that is why this chapter ends so abruptly. That being the case, and the fact this is not my story, it will not be updated very often. Not saying it wont, just saying its the lowest on my priority list of stories to continue with.